What's that face?
Have you not been listening
To anything I have said
Tell me once again
You're better off dead
Or just give me a smile
And take it all in your stride
You can't predict collapse
You can't control decline
Pour yourself some wine
Turn off the lights
And tell me you'll be mine
Disaster's waiting on the edge of town
With all your ugly friends
Celebrity death pools and
Conversational dead ends
Well I could not care less
So I'll forget to mention
All the things we shouldn't say
Ignore our best intentions
And have our wicked way
I'm done with words
So f*ck the world, let's dance